Who ever gave a fuck
About the Sun, that never changes?
And who believes in luck
Or future packed in candies?
 
Who"d tell me: what is life?
And what is angels" mission?
To open up with knife
A body no one needs permission! 

The one who diced with death
Or used to be a fortune spoilt child
Fills in the gaps by guess
Or in his own state of mind.